Sunday, November 30, 2008

Sitting around on a Sunday

I am sitting by the fireplace on a rainy Sunday when Sam walks up to me.

"Dad, please don't tell mom that you made me my first chocolate milk."

"Don't tell mom I made you a chocolate milk this morning?"



"No reason."

Sam is only allowed to have two chocolate milks per day. He then starts to slowly back away from me.

"And there is nothing behind my back." He says, continuing to back up.

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